Although the founding ceremony has ended, the Dharma of the living Buddha in the temple must be done for a whole day. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info so the door has been closed and not opened, no matter what happened outside.

Pei Xing stared at the door with his eyes, whether it was the coercion of his subjects or the death of the queen mother, it seemed that he could not shake the meditation of the people inside at all.

Pei Xing, who was busy, every time he passed by the distance of the temple, he always unconsciously looked at the closed door, as if he was looking forward to seeing him, but he definitely didn't want to see him.

He is a living Buddha who makes pilgrimages to thousands of people, but... But he is his own relative? It's your own... Biological father?

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When Pei Xing was busy with the affairs inside and outside the hall, it was past early morning, and he sat on the stone steps outside the temple, imagining the appearance of the living Buddha inside, and sat until dawn.

After several struggles in his heart, he felt that he still wanted to see him more than he hated him.

A monk inside the temple looked through the crack in the window of the doorway, then walked back and said again, "He is still sitting there." ”

The expression on the face of the living Buddha who was sitting quietly did not change, and it seemed that he was not affected by Pei Xing at all, whether he was still waiting on the stone steps outside had nothing to do with him. He still gently closed his eyes, sat down on the lotus flower, twisted the beads in his hand, and recited the Dharma Sutra in his mouth.

That woman, that affection, that time, that life, seemed to be another person, another soul's past, and had nothing to do with him.

If we divide the life of a living Buddha into two sections, the first one is towards the soft red face, and the second one is towards the holiness in front of the Buddha.

He was once rebellious, he wanted to break free, he wanted a quiet corner, he wanted to escape from the distractions of the world with his confidantes. He gave all his affection and romance to the woman he longed for, and he was sincere, though he knew that by doing so, he might well face the shadow of the blade, or might break his other faith.

But in the end, he lost to reality, lost to fate, had an epiphany, took on a new look, and all the attachments of the world became a pure land in the depths of his soul.

He knew they had a child, in fact, he had seen him once when that child was young. Because of his love and reluctance, he also passed on his sonic exercises against fierce beasts to this child.

Then he saw that the woman and child he loved so much were attached to and cared for in the main palace, and he was very satisfied. He said that this was their fate and that they could not fight.

Since then, he has carried the faith of all beings. Since then, we will never see each other in such a capacity.

In this world, walking through it is like walking for thousands of years. If you have fallen in love like this, you have loved it a thousand times. If you live up to it, you have no choice but to bear it.

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When the door of the temple opened, the Dharma had been done all day, and the living Buddha came out of the door, Pei Xing saw his clear dignity. I was so similar to him that I hadn't been able to take a closer look at him before.

It was the first time for Pei Xing to look at the living Buddha so rudely, without worshipping, let alone kneeling on the ground reverently, he just stood up and looked at him quietly, looking at his face that was still indifferent when he saw the entire hall covered with white silk.

Yes, when the queen mother committed suicide, she couldn't shake him, let alone these solemn white silks at this time.

Pei Xing hated his indifference, hated his ruthlessness, hated his belief in being so devoted to Buddhas and all sentient beings, hated that he didn't even care about his wife and children but took care of the irony of the world, but he hated hate, but he wanted to talk to him even more.

However, the Living Buddha did not look at him. He went straight out of the gate of the temple, and surrounded by other monks, he walked indifferently in the direction of the main gate of the main palace.

"Don't you look at me?"

Pei Xing ran behind and chased and shouted.

"Don't you explain something!"

Pei Xing's voice was very excited, he didn't know whether he should be angry or sad in the face of the indifference of the living Buddha's biological father at this time.

"Life is like this, and it passes quietly in a moment. Whether it is happy, sad, vigorous or bland, it will eventually come to an end. When it's over, it's all a wisp of dust..."

"You must know that all phases are not phases, the clouds are in the blue sky, the water is in the bottle, and the donor does not have to be attached..."

The voice of the living Buddha came from ahead, so fraternity, so distant, so indifferent, so ruthless.

Everything is so natural and free, the clouds are free in the blue sky, the water is comfortable in the bottle, everything is in its own place, why obsession? Why insist?

Pei Xing caught up again, wanted to reason with him, wanted to ask him to explain, but was stopped by the team of monks behind the living Buddha, he tried his best to break free, but he was helpless. The martial arts of these monks are all above themselves.

Pei Xing tried his best, but he was still dragged backwards step by step. He looked at the resolute figure, the unwavering figure walking farther and farther away. Pei Xing knew that this farewell, he would have to travel all over the world, purifying all sentient beings, not knowing what year and month, or whether he could see each other again in this life and this life.

It doesn't matter who he is or who he is in the world, but he is his own father......

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Suddenly, Pei Xing fell into a sudden change in his life experience. His biological father is a living Buddha in the world, and his father, who is as close as his biological father, cut himself off in the founding ceremony for the sake of the Yue family and his own future, and his mother's unbearable eyes and guilt in his heart are gone.

Mingsa and still Shu both wanted to accompany him, but Lord Wanfu said that there were some things that Pei Xing needed to carry by himself, and as long as he carried them, it would be different.

What's more, in a few days, they will all leave the Yueshi country and return to Yunling, and everything after that will be borne by him alone, so that he will not experience the pain of parting and helplessness again.

So he left Pei Xing alone, sitting on the top of the main palace, or sitting in an open place where he could feel the wind. Quietly look at the clouds floating on the top of the mountain in the sky, and feel the wind that is sometimes gentle as satin and sometimes violent as sword qi with the palm of his hand, I don't know what he is thinking in his heart, what he decides, what he puts down, and what he carries.

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What Pei Xing lingers on is the face of the living Buddha that is similar to himself, the children's songs that his mother often sang when he was young, and the back of his father Wang Wei'an... But he had to throw it into the past, because he had to go far away.

Pei Xing set limits for himself, as the lord of the country, he couldn't let himself be too presumptuous in his personal affairs. He gave himself two nights of such reckless ignorance, and felt the twilight of the night condense into a painting, and the solemnity of this color made him feel depressed to breathe, and there was a feeling of despair, as if he could never usher in the day.

But the next day, when the sun shines on the whole land, he will find that the night will come to an end, and the day will come. Therefore, he must accept this fate, and he must accept it with responsibility.

Still Shu and Minsa looked at Pei Xing's lonely figure, although it was depressed, dignified, and sad, but it looked a lot more mature. (To be continued.) )